Grass Roots - Michael/Script
The following are dialog and mission scripts for "Grass Roots - Michael", a mission in Grand Theft Auto V.
Script
Barry: It doesn't kill brain cells, it blocks receptors!
(Barry notices Michael)
Barry: Excuse me, sir, can I talk to you for a second?
Michael De Santa: The fuck are you talking about?
Barry: I am talking about a hotline straight to heaven. That this state makes illegal. Yeah, this is what I'm talking about.
Michael De Santa: I don't give a fuck about reefer!
Barry: They rigged the vote, I saw ballots, it's a lie.
Michael De Santa: It's democracy at work, amigo.
Barry: Democracy can suck my fatty. Democracy only works when it lets intelligent people do what they want. This? This is tyranny by morons!
Michael De Santa: (laughs) Yeah... well, I got things to take care of in a little place called reality.
Barry: You wanna drag?
Michael De Santa: Nah, I'm not a drug guy.
Barry: This isn't bush weed, this is mana! I grow it myself, no paranoia, no weirdness. A passport to nirvana.
Michael De Santa: Fuck it, give me that thing.
Barry: Yeah here, you'll hardly feel it. Yeah I smoke all day and I'm fine. It's a pure mellow high.
(Michael begins smoking the joint)
Barry: But I do get concerned about the monsters. Yeah... I mean... (Michael begins hallucinating causing Barry's voice to change) I'm sure they're nothing serious, but ah... I never let them get too near.
Michael De Santa: Oh! The fuck... is that?
(Michael spots an alien)
Michael De Santa: Oh shit! What the hell are they?
(Michael kills a number of aliens)
Michael De Santa: You ain't taking me down!
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: Never again. I'm not smoking anymore.
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: Motherfuckers!
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: Get the hell back!
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: Where are you fuckers coming from?
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: How the fuck did I get myself into this?
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: You're not real! You're all in my mind!
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: They're inside me.
(Michael continues killing aliens)
Michael De Santa: Stay away from me!
(Michael kills the last alien)
Michael De Santa: Are we finished yet? Any more of you freaks out there?
(The effects of the joint begin to wear off)
Michael De Santa: Ugh... oh, shit... I don't feel so good!
Barry: And after that you see, the liquor companies pushed for continued prohibition, which is complete insanity. So I take it I can count on your support?
Michael De Santa: The fuck just happened?
Barry: What are talking about? We discussed globalization, the state...
Michael De Santa: Stay the fuck away from me.
(Michael begins to walk away)
Barry: But it's a good cause...